Stephen

Honeymoon 36

This evening, Stephen had received a phone call from his office, letting him know that the
documents from the shipyard in the Netherlands, that he was buying out were ready to be looked at and signed.

Stephen had been waiting for over a year now for this deal to go through, he'd explained to me. He said that buying this shipyard would give him the opportunity to employ more people.  At first, he was very reluctant about going and leaving me here alone, but I knew how much this meant to him.

I told him to go and assured him, that as long as I stayed inside the house, that I'd would be safe, and I would also have Sicily and Sydney here with me tonight.

Stephen hadn't been gone very long tonight when I became bored and decided to explore the rest of the house. I thought by seeing more of the house it would help trigger some more of my memories that I'd lost over the last culpable of months, even though I remembered Stephen now, that's all I could remember.

As I explored around the house, I found myself standing in front of a hidden doorway in the pantry. The door was so well hidden, the regular human eye wouldn't have been able to see it, but with my new Vampire eyes, I picked up on the slight unevenness between the two structures.

After I open the doorway, I saw the large staircase that leads down below the house, curiousness had gotten the better of me, and I begin to descend down the darkened staircase.

When I reach the bottom of the stairs, I noticed several rooms and wondered what Stephen kept hidden down here? Maybe he uses this area for storage, that would've made since. Though these rooms may have been used for storage, I still found myself quite intrigued about what lay behind the doors.

The first room I went into containing some old dusty furniture that looks to be around a hundred years old, something you would've seen in the eighteen hundreds. The pieces were still in beautiful condition.

Old large trunks, stack up in the corners that people used to carry their belongings in, several ceramic washbasins sat along the floor, it looked like a museum in here.  As I continued to explore around the room I let my hands glide over every piece that was in here and imagined myself living in that time period.

When I was finished, I left the room and went into the next one, however, this room was different from the one, that I'd just been in, it was decorated like one of the bedrooms upstairs.

There was a large mahogany slay bed adorned in the center of the room, covered in a delicate shade of Dove gray. It was the most beautiful bed that I'd ever seen before. I found myself drone to it and began to walk closer towards it, and a familiar cessation washed over me, as I approached it. 

 
My hand came down to the bedding and moved its a way through the cashmere-soft fabric on the bed, the soft-touch felt so exhilarating on my skin, and made me stop thinking of Stephen. I was so disconnected to the world around me that I didn't even hear the person walks into the room behind me until I felt their arms wrap around my waist. "Don't be frighten Grace...It's just me," Stephen's voice purrs next to my ear.
 

My body began to melt into his chest as one of his hands moves over towards the tie of my wrap dress that I was wearing, and slowly began to pull on the tie,  opening up my dress. His lips skim next to my earlobe for a moment before his hand moved up to my throat gently pulling my back closer toward his firm chest as his hot breath hits the side of my cheek, "Would you like for me to touch you now Grace?" He purrs out into my ear, moving his other hand down to my stomach and stopping at the top of my lace panties.

I could feel my skin burn as his fingertips barely edge their way into the top of my hemline I sway my hips from side to side to try and gain a little friction against his hand but my attempt was futile, his hand didn't even move an inch on my body. His lips kiss the hairline around my neck, before he moved back up to my ear, "Oh Grace...I wouldn't even have to touch you right now Grace to send you over the edge," He seductively whispers out.